i spend nights looking for you in placesi never would 
have set foot in the daytime and your name makes such a 
sad soliloquoy in the middle of the street i might be 
standing right on top of you but to know that would take 
some intuition every story i tell myself seems like it 
never could have happened... all your friends and enemies 
look blankly at me and i wonder what they know but I'm 
going to call your name...shouldn't i call your name like 
i'm expecting an answer? did i make you up? someone 
convince me that i have then it won't feel so bad if you 
don't show up i could dream a pretty scene a strange girl 
showering you with love well, that's the best place for 
me to hang my imagination you never know when you pose 
for a missing sign but i'm going to call your 
name...shouldn't i call your name like i'm expecting an 
answer?